“Split tea? What the hell is split tea?”
“No grandma. Split pea. With a “P”.”
“No need to shout at me, young lady. My hearing might be going but I’m not deaf.”
“Of course you aren’t grandma.”
“Don’t patronize me, Josie. You may think my mind is going, but I’m still sharp.”
“Of course you are grandma. The soup will be done soon.”
“I won’t eat it. I have no trust in your cooking skills. Why aren’t you married?”
“This is your recipe!”
“The recipe is good but the chef isn’t.”
*****
Josie’s grandmother was always a joy to entertain.
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